“Oh God!” At the very idea of coming hands-free, my hands were on the move again, clamping down on his ass to force him to keep thrusting against me.
Bracing himself enough to rise above me, he pulled his shirt up to get it out of the way before his hand dove down between us and seized my cock, sliding his grip down my length once before loosening his hold. Just as I was about to question what the hell he was thinking letting me go, I felt his cock snug against mine. His huge hand was barely big enough to wrap around both of our cocks, and he wasted no time in jerking us simultaneously.
Finding our rhythm, we thrust together into his tight fist, his thumb sweeping over our heads to steal our combined precum to lube the way. With every roll of our hips, I held him closer, one hand clamped on his ass, the other roaming his back, pushing his shirt up further on every pass. I felt my nails digging into his skin as he shuddered on top of me, which only brought me closer to the edge.
“I’m close,” I panted when I felt the telltale tingles at the base of my spine.
Not stopping his movements at all, he grunted and nodded. His face was back in the crook of my neck to nuzzle me, his beard softly tickling my bare skin. Nibble, suck, lick—every movement of his teeth and tongue shot pure ecstasy through my veins. I felt him stutter once before he lifted his head enough to say, “Come for me, beautiful.”
His command was my undoing. My body convulsed as I let out a long whine, my cock throbbing in his firm grip as I erupted.Hot streaks of cum poured over my stomach, painting me with white.
Daniel groaned loudly before he tensed, his own cock thickening, then pulsing as he kept jerking us together until we were both completely spent and twitching from a combination of aftershocks and sensitivity. With little concern to the mess between us, he collapsed on top of me with a happy and content sigh, and I welcomed his weight and the way it grounded me.
My fingers tentatively traced up his back now that the high of our combined orgasms was slowly disappearing and reality was settling back in. Did he regret what we’d just done? I certainly didn’t, but I knew how hard he’d fought this attraction between us. It was possible that he only saw this as a quick release of tension after an incredibly charged evening. It might be exactly what I was looking for and needed, but was it the same for him?
His hot breath tickled me before he pressed his lips to my skin in a sweet, relaxed, and gentle kiss. Rising above me on shaky arms, he looked me in the eyes, a wide, soft smile on his face that was warmed by his pink cheeks. “You’re absolutely perfect, you know that?”
A slow smile spread over my face as I let out a relieved breath that all my worries were over nothing, and then I leaned up to kiss him. It was only meant to be a quick peck, but Daniel sighed into my lips and deepened the kiss quickly. His lips worked gently against mine in a soft graze, heightened by his beard scratching against my chin.
Eventually, he pulled back and kneeled on the sofa between my splayed legs so he could tug his shirt off to wipe us both down with. The warmth in his eyes as he gazed down at me made me feel wanted all over again, even more so when he gently tucked my spent cock away and zipped me back up before straightening my shirt, then tucking himself away.
“Is it wrong if I want to cuddle a bit longer?” I asked him, my fingers twitching with the desire to draw him close again. The TV glow from the paused movie remained the only light in the room, and it reflected off the side of Daniel’s face as he scrunched his shirt and tossed it to the side.
“No,” he said quietly, placing one hand on the sofa cushions next to my shoulder, then the other until he was able to lower himself against the back of the sofa so his head could rest on my shoulder. He toyed with the buttons on my shirt as his body relaxed next to mine. “I was thinking the same. Did you want to finish the movie? I think there’s about an hour or so left.”
My fingers grazed his back as I hummed happily, comfortable and sated. “That sounds perfect.” My hand stilled as the logistics of restarting the movie caught up with me. “Where’s the remote?”
His fingers froze before he groaned and spread his hand on my chest. “I think it’s on the floor, but I really can’t be fucked looking for it. I’m too comfortable.”
“Mm, I can’t say I disagree.” I relaxed against him, my fingertips on the move once more. “Fuck it. Let’s just lie here for a little while longer. Deal?”
“Deal.”
Tuesday
Chapter Nine
Daniel
Mymindwanderedtothe daily tasks I still needed to get through as I walked through the front door, tossing my keys into the bowl sitting on the side table.
After a dry morning, the high humidity had tipped into sporadic rain just after I’d left to pick Rose up from her morning volunteer shift at the animal shelter. I heard Bucky’s nails scrabbling on the floorboards from his spot in the family room when he heard Rose burst through the door. He’d missed her this morning, and I was convinced that he was just as worried as I’d been about her after yesterday’s confrontation with Brett and Jackson.
She’d still seemed a little flat when she got up, but whatever she’d done at the shelter this morning had returned her to her usual bubbly self. She’d raced inside as soon as I’d parked my truck, and I could now hear her cooing at Bucky like she hadn’t seen him in years.
Sure enough, when I emerged into the wide-open space, she was on her knees petting Bucky around the collar, his tailswinging madly from side to side as he soaked up her love and attention. A warm feeling of contentment pulsed through me at the sight, and I found myself smiling at the pair.
“Wash up, you two. Lunch is almost ready.”
At the sound of Marshall’s voice, my smile widened to what felt like comical proportions when I turned to find him at the island in the kitchen putting together sandwiches for us for lunch. The contentment I’d felt when I looked at Rose thudded and morphed into something more, something I hadn’t felt in years.
A sense of home. Of family.
Thisis what I’d wanted with Jackson when we’d first talked about adopting. The two of us working together to create a warm, relaxing place for our children.
Unfortunately, that scenario had never eventuated with him, even after the many years we’d spent together as husbands. And yet three days in with Marshall, a stranger simply passing through, and so many of my long-held wishes were coming true.
If only he could stay longer….
